Chapter 521 Chapter 519 The Fleeing Prophet

Malzaha couldn't help but think of the rich man who left the big bone stick and the poisonous steamed bun on the third floor of the hotel. If he had money, wouldn't it be easier to live?

"Dad, I'm sorry, I can't take you home..."

Malzahar found one of the roads of despair that was not the most desperate.

Among the bustling crowd, no one helped, and no one came up to ask what was wrong.

It was obvious that they owed their father, but at this moment it seemed that his father owed foreign debts, which was as annoying. Maybe they knew that his father was going to seek treatment from an old witch doctor who cheated money, and they were afraid that his father would borrow money.

Just like the female stall owner who made a suggestion, she wanted Dad to give all the money to the old witch doctor, so that no one would compete with her family for business.

Dad's honesty and kindness, what did he get in exchange for...

At this moment, all Malzaha could recall was the happy laughter that echoed in the street.

The small body tried its best to support his father's cold body, and Malzaha took his father to a remote place. Facing the darkness, he began to dig a hole with a stolen shovel. At some point, a lame man staggered away. When he came over, he first kowtowed three times to the boy, then took the bloody shovel from the boy's bloody hands, and started digging with a limp.

Although there is not enough to eat, adults are still stronger than children after all.

After the old cripple and his son saw him off, Birel held the air in his arms, and the man lay down in the yellow sand with a gentle expression.

...

It was late at night when he returned the shovel, and Malzaha cautiously opened the door, only to see his mother sitting on the bench made by his father with an oil lamp on, weaving straw sandals.

There was risotto that had cooled down on the table, and the biggest bowl looked a bit glaring.

"Malzaha, why are you crying? Where's your father? I thought you and I would come back together. Is he still setting up a stall? Did he hit you again?"

In the dilapidated tiled cabin, Lydia looked suspiciously at her hands wrapped in cloth strips, her eyes were red, like a son who just cried a lot.

She didn't know that her son was racking his brains trying to deceive her.

"Dad, he... He went out with Uncle Duncan. Uncle Duncan said that he found an ancient tomb outside that had not been dug. In order not to be taken advantage of by others, Dad told me to come back and take care of the stall. He decided to go with him. Uncle Duncan takes his chances."

"Duncan? Hmph, I didn't expect that stingy guy to have a generous day... Maybe we can dig out some treasures this time, and then our family will have a good meal and give you a long body."

The woman's mood improved a lot in an instant, and the hopeless illusion finally faded from her mind, and a forced smile appeared on Malzaha's face.

"Mom, your illness will get better soon."

"Silly boy, mom believes in you. I'll make you a hot meal. Since your father won't come back today, you can eat your father's portion too. I know you are a fool who can eat very well, but we usually The whole family relies on your father to set up a stall to support the family, so your father must be fed first..."

Watching the nagging mother leave with the bowl, Malzaha was just sitting on the bedside to take a breath, but the next moment he burst into tears, and ran to the kitchen without even thinking about his shoes.

The bowl has been smashed to pieces, and the thin woman lying on the ground has stopped breathing.

Malzaha knelt on the ground, he knew that he would never hear that woman who was always worried and rambling.

"Why! Why do you want me to see this! I don't want to see this!!! I just want my parents to be healthy and healthy. Why can't such a simple wish come true! Why!!!"

Hearing the boy's loud cries, the cripple guarding the door hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the half-covered door, walked into the house, and soon saw the completely collapsed child kneeling in the kitchen.

The icy risotto spilled on the ground made the cripple's stomach growl. This time, the cripple didn't pick up anything from the ground to eat. Instead, he limped to the side of the boy and knelt down on the ground, muttering.

"You are the prophet, you are the great prophet, you can see the future, you can see the future, I know, I know, you can see the future of all, tell me, tell me, my future What is it, what is your future? Tell me, tell me..."

Malzaha who bit his lip knew that even if he cried, no one in this world would feel sad for his tears, so the boy stopped crying and stared at his crippled uncle beside him with red eyes.

He saw three ferocious domestic hounds pounced on the lame man from behind. The hounds tore open the lame uncle's throat with their fangs, ate the lame uncle's body, and tore the lame uncle into pieces. Laughing and opening the curtains, poking his head out from the carriage, the hound regained its ferocity and turned into a tail-wagging beast.

Malzahar recognized the familiar agate ring from that hand.

In the slums of Amakra, there is no fatter, fresher, whiter finger than this one, but the dog only eats the crippled uncle, not this finger, because the finger is the owner of the dog.

Uncle Lame couldn't be killed today, Uncle Lame will die at the hands of that person tomorrow.

The crippled uncle will die as worthless as his parents.

Just like my own parents, death is worthless...

I can't do anything, I can't change anything, I can only watch the established facts happen before my eyes.

"You will die under the bite of hunting dogs. The person who released the dogs is the one who threw poisonous steamed buns at you today. He sat in the carriage and watched you being killed by his dogs."

Malzaha's voice was very hoarse, it didn't sound like a five-year-old boy could make, but some crazy cripples believed it, knelt on the ground trembling and kowtowed to the little boy again and again.

"Save me, please save me, you are the great prophet, you can definitely save me, you saved my life today, you can save my life tomorrow, I listen to you, I listen to you in everything , please save me, Prophet, please save me..."

The boy turned his empty eyes away from his mother, and he recalled what his father had said to him when he was alive.

"Did I save you?"

"Yes, Prophet, you saved me."

Standing up from the ground, Malzahar whispered to the lame man.

"Go get the shovel in the house, at least in the end, I want my mom and dad to sleep together."

...

"Have you heard? Bieler's son, Malzaha, is the only one left after the death of Bieler's family. Since I was a child, I have seen that the child with a problem in the head is a broom star. Sooner or later, Bieler and his wife will be overcome. Die, I didn't say, I really have to stay away from that disaster star in the future."

"It's a pity that such an honest person as Birel died so early. I was thinking of asking Birel to make two sets of chairs for me when my daughter got married. I only had such a little money. He died. Who to call?"

"Go and find Marilyn? Isn't her booth next to Bieler's booth? Her husband is also good at craftsmanship."

"Forget it, Marilyn raised the price of things the next day after she found out that Bieler was dead. Before that, her carpentry charges were higher than Bieler's. Now it's even more outrageous. A chair actually costs one silver coin." , It’s crazy! Sigh, I still owe Bieler a silver coin, if I had known that Marilyn, a woman who puts money in her eyes, is so annoying, I might as well give Bieler a little more business..."

"Hey, the Biller couple's health is not good, so don't bury that child Malzaha. What can a five-year-old child understand? Maybe he will be enlightened when he grows up..."

"Yeah, it's too bitter, too bitter..."

The slums of Amakra have not changed much compared to the usual ones. Most people are worried about their livelihoods today. Only a few people can sit peacefully on a high place and look down at the crowd of ants scurrying around blindly. If there is a change, it is that many people have discovered that Bieler, who set up a stall, has become his five-year-old child. The boy set up a stall.

"Malzaha... this is the money I owe your father, and I was unable to pay it back because of financial constraints, but now... oh, I'm sorry about your father's matter, if you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me and help I will definitely help, after all, your father helped our family a lot when he was alive."

After receiving the twenty copper coins handed over by the man, Malzaha nodded calmly.

"Thanks."

Looking at the boy who looked more and more dumbfounded, the man sighed and asked again.

"Malzahar, are you going to take over your father's grocery stall? Do you want me to help you?"

After finally taking a look at the man, a grateful smile appeared on Malzaha's face.

"Uncle, no need, I'm going to close the stall as soon as my father's things are sold out, and I won't open a grocery stall in the future."

"Then how are you going to live?"

"A prophet! He is a prophet!"

The cripple who spoke suddenly startled the man, and Malzahar pulled the cripple's hand to appease the mad man.

"I'm currently learning the art of divination by myself. Maybe I can be a fortune teller and earn some living money."

"This... oh!"

After being more sure that Malzaha's brain has problems, the man left with a sigh.

Malzaha no longer cared about what others thought of him, the boy just sat silently on the bench waiting for the next customer, and he believed that the things on the stall would be sold out by him soon under the condition of selling at a low price.

The rich businessman who was driving the dog the day before yesterday couldn't find the lame Stone and had to give up, but today he saw the vision of the lame being taken away by the sergeant of Amakra in the evening and put into the dungeon to kill him. He attacked the lame three times in a row, As if he would not stop until he killed the cripple, Malzaha knew that this matter was unavoidable, and he needed to understand it no matter what.

Fleeing from Amacra to the West with a lame man in the Xiaosai Desert could not survive at all, and walking east into Icacia, which made the Shurima people feel dismayed, was even more self-defeating. The world is so big that he couldn’t find it. Where to stay.

After all, he was still a child, Malzaha thought for a while and couldn't think of a way out, looking at the cripple a little irritably, but the cripple who had been paying attention to Malzaha asked.

"Prophet, what did you see?"

"I'm not a prophet, don't call me a prophet, just call me a grasshopper. People who live in the slums of Akmala have a miserable life. Maybe it's not as good as a grasshopper. At least the grasshoppers on the grassland have Grass to eat."

Malzaha first refuted what the cripple called him, and then Malzaha explained.

"Uncle Cripple, if you are destined to die today, this is an unchangeable fact, will you accept it frankly?"

"If my death is the will of the prophet, I will accept it."

"Why? Aren't you very afraid of death, don't you want to die? Why are you willing to accept death now?"

"Everyone will die one day. If they can die in the promise of the prophet, then my life will be meaningful."

At some point, Malzaha couldn't understand what the cripple said.

Unknowingly, it was already afternoon, and there were fewer and fewer items on the grocery stalls. Knowing that Bieler's stupid son was working as a cheap seller, people in the entire Amacra slum area took action, even if they didn't buy it, they insisted on buying it. Come and see, when the sun finally started to disappear, the fool who bought out the grocery stalls at low prices with the arrogant attitude of taking care of the younger generation has left. Malzaha patted his butt and stood up with his bulging money bag .

This money is enough for him to leave Amacra, not to go to Xiaosai Desert, nor to go to the terrible Icacia. He believes that as long as he takes a step, he will always find a place to stand.

As for the dilapidated but cozy hut, after the parents left, it was no longer home.

"We have to go, if you don't go, you will die."

"Prophet, will I die?"

"I saw your death, but I don't want you to die."

"Then I won't die."

The crazy cripple became more orderly in his speech at this moment, which made Malzaha suddenly curious about the origin of the cripple's uncle, because many things the cripple said were not like what a beggar could say.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you are a prophet."

The cripple's incomparable affirmation made Malzahar remember the somewhat awkward Shurima term 'prophet' in his heart. He didn't know whether it was the word prophet that made the cripple choose to believe in him, or the result of saving the cripple himself let the cripple choose. trust yourself.

There are still many issues that need to be considered, but in any case, we must go now.

He could even hear the rustling of armor and spears vibrating the ground, causing burrowing gerbils to scurry in all directions.

The two of them didn't even collect the stalls, and walked towards the northeast gate of Amakra together. At the same time, a group of soldiers who had accepted bribes were dividing into two waves and blocked the grocery stall and Bieler's house. The soldiers' marching routes happened to be staggered. The path of Malzaha and the cripple was blocked, so that the two groups of people never met.

Malzaha and the two went out of the city smoothly, avoiding the lore of the rich businessman.